Over the land there lies the long shadow.Westward reaching wings of darkness;The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings

The doom approaches the Dead awaken;For the hour is come for the oathbreakersAt the stone of Erech they shall stand againHear there horn in hills enchantsWho shall call themFrom grey twilightForgotten ones?

Out of doubt, out of darkHope rekindles, and hope in endOver death, over dreadOver doom liftedOut of loss, out of lifeAnd out of doubt, out of darkOver death, over dreadOut of loss,Unto a long glory...

The heir of him to whom the oath they sworeFrom the North he shall comeAnd he shall pass the doorTo the Paths of the Dead